The other thing with my new job was that it was less than 10 miles away from where my Aunt Judith and Uncle Norman lived. I'd seen them quite a bit as a kid, and I smiled remembering their two daughters Caroline and Mary, who were 3 and 5 years younger than me. We'd all gone away together on holiday once, and they seemed good fun then - which must have been way back in our teens. But then they'd moved away to the south coast with his job, so I'd not seen any of them for ten years or so - and now my new company was based just one junction up the motorway. Of course I got their invitation to visit before I'd even moved. So now I was there I couldn't not go and see them.
It was a funny feeling going round to their house that Saturday night. Thinking of the other things I could be doing, then reminding myself of duty calls - and anyway the visit would be all over in a short while anyway. But I was also thinking about the way that Aunt Judith's eyes had a certain twinkle, and half remembering a couple of incidents where there were definite signs of arousal - at least on my part. I certainly remembered having her as one of my 'goodnight' fantasies during those early years - especially as she seemed to always be wearing cardigans and jumpers, and showing off her sexy body.
It was a semi-detached house on a leafy suburban road, as I got out of the car and headed for number 22. Almost as soon as I'd rung the bell the door opened, and there stood Aunt Judith, smiling at me with that twinkle in her eye - and wearing a round-necked soft lemon cardigan, buttoned right up to the top, with a darker orangey skirt.
"Oh Andrew, it is so good to see you after all this time!" she said, smiling, then she stepped out of the door to hug me and kiss my cheek. As she squeezed me so my hands automatically went around her, feeling the soft wool of her cardigan, the still slimness of her body, and smelling her old-fashioned perfume. God I did remember those thoughts from my long-ago nights alone.
I smiled back, "Yes it has been a while, hasn't it? You're looking very well - how are you?"
"Oh we're fine!" she said, breaking off, then leading me back into the house. "Come on in and tell us all about everything!"
I stepped past her so she could shut the door, taking in more closely the soft lemon cardigan, which seemed decidedly tight across her breasts. I'd remembered her as being a bit on the flat-chested side, which was why she wasn't my favourite fantasy at bedtime, but clearly the years of good living had caused her to fill out very nicely.
"Well hello there, Andrew!" said Uncle Norman, stepping out of the living room. He had a mid-grey polo-neck sweater on with dark grey trousers, and also looked to have put on a bit of weight and a few years since I saw him last. He gripped me by the hand as we shook hands. I guess you also need to know at this stage that I was wearing just some black chinos and a black cashmere sweater, with a simple round neck, under a leather jacket. Yes, I still loved that feeling of wool.
"It's so good to see you again!" said Norman, "I'll bet you could do with a drink! We've whisky, wine, beer or whatever else you'd fancy?"
"I'd love a beer please." I said, and he went back in the living room to get one.
"Come on through!" beckoned Judith, "Take a seat and tell us what you've been up to. I especially want to hear all about your girlfriends!"
"Oh let the poor boy relax a bit first!" chided Norman, "Here, get that inside you!" and he handed me a pint glass with the half-full can to top it up when the froth died down.
We chatted for a bit, getting through the basics of what, where and when, for me and my folks and for them and their daughters - who were now both in their mid 20's having graduated a couple of years ago. Then Judith invited us through into their dining room where she'd laid on a salad with pork pie and ham - just like in the olden days!
While we chatted I'd obviously been taking her body in, with the new fullness of her breasts looking really arousing in that tight lemon cardigan - and me wondering if she had anything else on apart from her bra. I kept waiting for that little peak of pink between the buttons as she moved, but so far no answer. Her chatty giggles were just as they had been before, as were her little asides about how nice it was to have another man about the house.
During the meal we'd got through a bottle of white wine, and when Judith went to get the cheese and biscuits, Norman brought through the port decanter.
"Well you can't have cheese without port, now can you?" he smiled knowingly. The conversations continued over the cheese, remembering the times we'd been together and the various holidays and family events with grandparents no longer with us.
Finally we'd eaten our fill - and drunk a fair bit of the port decanter too. They could certainly drink, these two!
"Come on, let's sit down now," said Judith, "and we can look through some of our old photographs. I know where the albums are, so you just sit on the sofa Andrew, and I'll come and sit next to you. It must be my lucky night!" she giggled.
So I sat down in the sofa on the far side of the fireplace, with Norman opposite in his easy chair. Then Judith came over with two well-used photo albums, and sat down and squeezed up close to me, rubbing her shoulder and hips against mine.
"Ooh this is just the right place to sit, so nice and close!" she smiled, wriggling her hips against me.
"You won't remember, but there was a time your mum used to let me bath you, you know!" she smiled, "and I've got a photo of you somewhere to prove it!"
Maybe this was one of my vague memories, as she flicked through the album to find it. She moved her leg tight against mine, so she was certainly making her presence felt, then the opened the album to spread across her legs and mine.
"Look, here you are!" she smiled, pointing at the little black and white photo, then looking round at me, "And you can see your little winkle there too, can't you?" she giggled, "Look!" Sure enough there I was in the bath - it was the kind of photo that I guess everyone has - but not with their Aunt sitting right next to them, gloating about washing you.
"I used to have such fun at bath times!" she went on, "and you just loved it when I started soaping you between your legs, you know! You used to smile up at me and open your legs wide apart - I can still remember the feel of you now, as your little winkle grew hard in my fingers. But of course it will be a lot bigger now, won't it - you're a grown man after all!" She paused for a second, "And I'm sure it would get bigger still if I was bathing you again now, wouldn't it!" she giggled again, pushing her elbow into me with a firm nudge.
"Well, Aunt, it has been a long time since then - and I guess we've all grown up a bit!" I said, trying to counter her forwardness.
"Oh, less of the 'Aunt' - it's Judith now you're grown up!" she replied, "And talking of grown up, I bet you're a good size, aren't you. Probably bigger than Norm, I should think, judging by the size of your feet! And he still likes me to bath him, don't you love? Makes him as stiff as a board when I give him a good soaping!"
Suddenly the conversation was going places I couldn't believe. What was Judith trying to do?
